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Putting Shame In Your Game Lyrics

Artist: Beastie Boys
Album: Hello Nasty

Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightg.e.t.l.i.v.e. alrightTranshypnotic robotic can't stop itNo limits to this style you know you can't lock itFirst you mock it, rock it and then you stock itBut I've got the styles that are always in the pocketLike a bird floating down on a New York breezeEvery thought in the mind is a planted seedSo watch the mind or the thoughts will stackBefore you know it they're boomeranging on backI'm the king of boogle there is none higherI get 11 points off the word quagmireFools can't see me and that's how it isAnd that's how I like it cause that's my bizBeatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightg.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

Time's an illusion as the moments race byToo fast to really grasp though we may tryDeny, till we die, ooh my myThese thoughts that mislead and then multiplySecond by second and minute by minuteIt's like lotto you gotta be in it to win itShakin mind breakin on their own demiseLies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibesSo tell me what you need that you have gotFiending on power will make your blood clotIt starts with the greed and then goes all wrongThat's why we can't all just get alongWe're all connected like a Leggo setOne equaling one together like a croquetteWhether we have or have not yet metIt ain't no thing and it ain't no sweatBeatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightg.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brainThe selfish ways just can't maintainBut these are the breaks when you try and come fakeDon't come with the rhymes that you just half bakedI'm the Benihana chef on the SP12I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelfYou be like hello nasty where you beenIt's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeonI jumped outside the house with my Walkman onI get so hyped when I hear this songIt's gonna keep me happy like all day longSo go and talk shit cause it just makes me strongDon't grease my palm with your filthy cashMultinationals spreading like a rashI might stick around or I might be a fadBut I won't sell my songs for no TV adBeatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spotPuttin all kinds of shame in the game you gotWe keep the party movin to the broad day lightg.e.t.l.i.v.e. alrightJunior